My Boyfriend proposed to my bestfriend
Still, I refused to believe it.
As I stood before him, ignoring everyone else in the room, I reached for his hands and cradled them between mine, as if holding them would suddenly wake me from this nightmare.
“It’s a joke, right?” I searched his face desperately.
“It’s not a joke, Amelia.”
He slowly slipped his hands from mine and let out a long breath, stepping back. I made a move to touch him again, but Clara stepped in between us.
“Don’t,” she warned, her eyes sharp. “David is my fiancé now, and I don’t want any random girl touching him.”